He hated midnight calls. They always came on the nights when he'd pulled a double already and just wanted to go home and sleep for the next ten hours.
Or worse.
This time the call came at the end of a 16 day stretch of twelve hour shifts and some serious insomnia. He was supposed to be off for the next two days. Time to get some sleep, do some cleaning and hook up with Danny for some hoops and pizza.
Instead he was watching a team of technicians process the scene of a suicide. Salvador Zabo. Thirty Four years old. Run of the mill construction worker from Pelham Bay. And the guy calls Mac at midnight sobbing about a murder and a dead kid.
And now he was stuck in a parking garage at midnight while Mac was in Jersey looking for the kid.
It was almost an three hours later when the last of the work was done and he collapsed in a bunk in the back room, hoping to get a couple of hours of sleep while the ME and the night shift lab worked on the body of Zabo and his mystery kid.
But he wasn't counting on it. The chances of getting more than a cat nap were only slightly better than the chances that this was going to be a clean and easy case.
